𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖘 actually hope stilinski
and lives in beacon hills, unknowing of her real
heritage, until her mother and father and a crazed
family of original vampires arrive at her h...
Guys, I can't lie, I'm struggling with this chapter. Usually, when it's a Liam Dunbar love story, the main character is the one who invites him to the party and he says yes. But Hope has no reason to want to go to a party with him and vice versa because they haven't spoken other than that time Stiles and Scott were in the changing rooms with them. So instead, my plan is to have it be Kira, then Hope will help Liam with his control so that they can build his relationship with her in a natural way.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* chapter sixteen ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
❛ the one in which anyone would accept cheese puffs from their kidnappers. ❜
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HOPE STILINSKI BOUNDED INTO SCOTT'S HOUSE, A SENSE OF URGENCY IN HER STEP AS SHE CALLED OUT HER BROTHERS' NAMES. Eventually, as she glanced up the stairs, Stiles poked his head over the banister and waved her up, his movements in the same hurried manner as her. She didn't hesitate to rush up, bag falling to the floor at the bottom, by the entrance of the house, a book or two tumbling out.
"What the fuck happened? I━you got his message too, right?" Hope started before she was even fully in front of him, hands waving around nervously. "This is...this is crazy..."
Stiles grabbed her arms, stopping her from pulling at her hair, as he had watched her do so many times before in moments of high stress. Still, even he could not comprehend what it was exactly Scott had done, and how he had changed their lives. This was something none of them could have ever prepared for, and they were both struggling.
"I know, I know."
"What are we even going to do? We're not cut out for this!"
Her brother welcomed her arrival by pushing his palms through his hair and sighing, the trembling of his fingers serving to show how he was anxious as well. Neither of them signed up for this tonight, not after everything they'd been through in the past week alone. They could hear Scott pacing in his bedroom and, sharing a look of exasperation, they, one by one, rushed to the door, pushing it open with such a force it slammed into the wall to the right.
The second Hope's eyes fell upon Scott, she approached him swiftly, hands curled into fists which she launched onto his arm as harshly as she possibly could. As Scott smoothed his forming, wound, she squinted her eyes at him, "Scott McCall, you best be glad my father is the sheriff or else I'd have your heart hung on my wall. You stupid bitch, what the fuck did you do?" She threatened in a low and unamused voice.
"What was I supposed to do? If I didn't bite him, he would've died."
Hope scoffed with such incredulity and leaned against the wall, one arm on her hip and the other rubbing her face, "When he finds out what it is exactly that you've done, then he will wish you'd left him to die." She answered bluntly, not even wincing in shame when Scott glanced down at the ground sadly. Sure, she didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she really didn't think the Alpha had come to terms with just how big the mistake he made was.
